Me and the music

Ich hab diesen Fragebogen vor ner Ewigkeit mal in nem Forum ausgefüllt und ihn gestern erst wiedergefunden. Es geht darum, dass man jede Frage mit einem Teil aus nem Songtext beantworten muss.

1.) Bist du männlich oder weiblich?

What makes a man,
Is it the power in his hands?
Is it his quest for glory?
Give it all you've got,
And fight to the top,
So we can know your story!

Dvda - Now you're a man

2.) Wenn du einer geliebten Person genau eine Sache sagen dürftest, was wäre es?

If I knew, that I'm your only one (your only one),
I could live and make it through the time,
But if one day, yes one day you'd just be gone (just be gone),
I wouldn't know how to ever get by.

Jan Hegenberg - If I knew

3.) Wo wünschst du dir im Moment zu sein?

Fiddler's green is a place I heard tell,
Where the fishernem go if they don't go to hell,
The skies are all clear and the dolphins do play,
And the cold coast of Greenland is far away.

Fiddler's Green - Fiddler's Green

4.) Was denkst du über deine besten Freunde?

Denn wir wissen, dass wir Freunde sind,
Wir wissen, dass wir Freunde bleiben,
Und uns auch niemals vergessen.
Denn wir haben Sachen erlebt,
Wo dran die Erinnerung besteht,
50 Jahre lang hält und auch dann nicht vergeht,
Viel zuviel hat die gemeinsame Zeit uns're Köpfe geprägt.

Frei.Wild - Freundschaft

5.) Irgendein Ratschlag?

You don't always have to fuck her hard,
In fact sometimes that's not right to do,
Sometimes you got to make some love,
And fuckin' give her some smoochies, too,
Sometimes you got to sqeeze,
Sometimes you got to say 'please',
Sometimes you got to say 'hey!,
I'm gonna fuck you softly,
I'm gonna screw you gently,
I'm gonna hump you sweetly,
I'm gonna ball you discreetly.'

Tenatious D - Fuck her gently

6.) Was wünschst du dir jetzt im Moment zu tun?

Gammeln auf'm Strand,
Buddel inner Hand,
Sonne auf'm Bauch,
So kannas bleibn.

Torfrock - Gammeln auf'm Strand

7.) Wie denkst du über Alkohol & Drogen?

"Keine Macht den Drogen!"
Geheuchelt und verlogen!
Jeder Schwachsinn ist euch recht,
Ob billig, oder noch so schlecht.
"Keine Macht den Drogen!"
Das ist euer billiger Slogan.
"Keine Macht den Drogen!"
Ihr seid ausgezogen,
Um uns die Moral zu verkaufen,
Die wir ach so brauchen.

Tankwart - Billiger Slogan

8.) Wenn du einer verhassten Person genau eine Sache sagen dürftest, was wäre es?

Go forth, be conquered,
Go forth and die!

Dethklok - Go forth and die

9.) Was tust du für gewöhnlich Freitag Nacht?

Ich sitze auf meinem Stuhl,
Und ich starre aus dem Fenster,
Und ich stell mir wieder mal die alten Fragen:
Wo komm ich her,
Wo geh ich hin,
Und wie viel Zeit werd ich noch haben?

Die Ärzte - Langweilig

oder:

Wochenendparty, alle sind schon hier,
Nur die richtig guten Kumpels und jede menge Bier.
Alle sind gut drauf, aus den Boxen dröhnt Musik,
Aa kann mir keiner erzählen, dass es was Besseres gibt.

Frei.Wild - Wochenendparty

10.) Bist du für Weltfrieden?

Friede sei mit dir, mein Freund in ewigkeit,
Doch es gillt zu streiten, stehe bereit,
Ziehe mit uns, du schenkst den Sieg,
Kämpf für eine Welt, die das Leben verdient.

Die Apokalyptischen Reiter - Friede sei mit dir

11.) Was denkst du über deinen Job?

School's out for summer!

Alice Cooper - School's out

12.) Wie fühlst du dich in eben diesem Augenblick?

Die Sonne scheint mir aus dem Arsch,
Und das ohne unterlass,
Ich bin heut all der Dinge Freund,
Ich träume nicht, ich lebe, lebe, lebe was geträumt.

Die Apokalyptischen Reiter - Die Sonne scheint

13.) Derzeitiger Lieblingsong?

Now, when I was a young man I carried me pack,
And I lived the free life of a rover,
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback,
I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915 me country said 'Son,
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done.'.
So they gave me a tin hat, they gave me a gun,
And marched me away to the war.

And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all the tears, flag waving and cheers,
We sailed off for Gallipoli.

How well I remember that terrible day,
When the blood stained the sand and the water.
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay,
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk he was ready, oh he primed himself well,
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell,
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell,
They nearly blew us back home to Australia.

And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
As we stopped to bury our slain,
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs,
Then started all over again,

Now those who were living, just tried to survive,
That mad world of blood, death and fire,
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive,
Though 'round me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I awoke in me hospital bed,
And saw what it had done, I wished I were dead.
I never knew there were worse things than dying.

For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda,
All around the green bush far and near,
For to hump, tent and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more waltzing Matilda for me.

They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla,
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thank Christ there was no one waiting for me,
To grieve, to mourn and pity.

And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared,
And turned all their faces away.

So now every April I sit on my porch,
And I watch the parade pass before me,
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Renewing their dreams of past glory.
And I see the old men all tired, stiff and sore,
The lonely old heroes of a forgotten war,
And the young people ask, 'What are they marching for?',
And I ask myself that same question.

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda,
And the old men still answer the call,
But year after year, those old men disappear,
Some day no one will march there at all.

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as you march along that billabong,
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Steve Rowe - And the band played Waltzing Matilda (orig. v. Eric Bogle)

14.) Irgendwelche abschließenden Worte?

Es ist besser, für das was man ist, gehasst,
Als für das, was man nicht ist, geliebt zu werden.

Kettcar - Stockhausen, Bill Gates und ich